Can't Be A Doctor

A large title wave of emotion flows over me, my current situation making my stomach churn in discomfort. I look at my choices and stiffen with disgust. "why do I have to do this? why me?!?"

I pick up the small knife deciding to suck it up and do what I have to. But before I can even start I turn and run out, people calling out my name, but I don't listen I just run. I reach the bathroom and throw open a stall, I collapse in front of the toilet and let my vomit out. I now know that being a doctor is out of the question if I can't even dissect a fish.